Xuan Ci turned around and asked the monk of the Xuan generation: "I wonder which junior brother will come to learn about the swordsmanship of this little donor?"

Thinking that the old monk separated everyone, he stood up: "Abbot, Senior Brother, Xuan Du is willing to learn the donor's tricks."

Xuan Du is Xuan Ci's junior brother. He named Zhenwu Lin with a hand-pinning flower, and is considered to be one of the experts in the Xuan generation.

Xuan Ci nodded: "Junior brother, be careful, remember to stop when you click." In Xuan Ci's opinion, even if Xin Han is better than Xuan Sheng, he may not be Xuan Du's opponent, and he hinted that Xuan Du's subordinates should not hurt the other party's life.

Xuandu nodded and said, "Xuandu understands."

Xuan Du walked to the opposite side of Xin Han and bowed to him, "I have invited the donor. I am a monk Xuan Du, come and learn about the donor's unique skills."

Seeing that Xuan Du did not take the weapons, Xin Han couldn't help but persuade him kindly: "I'm the best swordsman in the world, and I'm invincible. Master should use weapons."

He said this, and everyone thought he was too arrogant.

Xuan Du also said unnaturally: "I practice the seventy-two unique skills of flower-picking fingers in the temple, which are no worse than swords and weapons."

Xin Han no longer persuaded him and nodded, "So, Master, be careful." As he said that, his sword did not sheath, and he even sheathed it and stabbed Xuandu.

Xuan Du flashed his body, and he gently placed his two fingers in his right hand, and he made a flick of three shots towards Xin Han.

Xin Hanyi flashed, and the three fingers hit the blue bricks on the ground behind him. The three sounds of the blue bricks appeared three small pits half an inch deep.

Xuan Nan saw Xin Han avoiding, so he raised his hand and three fingers hit him.

Xin Han's sword flower was picked and broke away the three fingers. Xuan Du was in power and was unforgivable. He kept hitting Xin Han with his finger power, and used light skills under his feet, sometimes left and right, which was elusive.

Xin Hanyi's long sword broke all the finger power he had hit, looking for a flaw. He suddenly approached and stabbed Xuan Du's ribs. When he could dodge, the scabbard was already on the other party's shoulder.

"Give up!"

Xuan Du's eyes showed unbelievable expressions. However, he still clasped his hands together and said, "The donor's sword technique is high, but Xuan Du is defeated." After that, he retreated and said to Xuan Ci: "Xuan Du has been entrusted by the abbot, so he also asked the abbot to sue him."

How could Xuanci blame him? He asked him to retreat next to him first. He asked, "Who else is the junior brother who is willing to go to the battle?"

At this time, a tall monk stood up: "Abbot, Senior Brother, Xuan Nan is willing to learn the sword technique of this little donor."

Xuannan is the first seat of the Dharma Hall. He rarely encounters an opponent in the martial arts world. He can also rank among the top five among the monks of the Xuan generation.

Xuan Ci felt relieved when he saw Xuan Nan going to fight, but he still instructed: "This donor's sword technique is extremely exquisite, so the junior brother must deal with it carefully."

Xuan Nan nodded and agreed, then walked to Xin Han and bowed: "I am a monk, Xuan Nan. I will learn the donor's skills."

Xin Han returned the courtesy and said, "Don't Master Xuannan use weapons either?"

Xuan Nan nodded and didn't say anything.

Seeing that he was like this, Xin Han said, "Then Master, let's take action first."

"Okay!" Xuan Nan saw Xin Han fighting against Xuan Du before, and knew that the opponent's swordsmanship was powerful, and he didn't hold his own identity and was polite to give in. He was just a palm.

Xin Han held the sword and attacked the evil, but unexpectedly, Xuan Nan just slapped the palm wind, and his body turned, and his palm quickly slapped it out again. He opened his palms in a very fast speed, and the palms with wind prevented Xin Han from getting close to time.

This set of Shaolin Quick Palm is an ordinary martial art in Shaolin Temple, but it is extremely fast, and it exerts extraordinary power under the internal force behind Xuannan.

Seeing that Xuan Nan had the upper hand, the disciples of Shaolin couldn't help but cheer in unison.

Xin Han sneered at the corner of his mouth and said to himself: "Do you think you can do anything to me like this?"

His sword force changed, and he used the breaking momentum of the nine swords, and then he tweaked the sword tip and then dissolved the opponent's palm wind. Xuannan released twenty-eight palm winds in a row. Xin Han dissolved twenty-eight palm winds.

Although it seems stalemate, Xuan Nan knows his own pain. If his quick palm is to exert his power, it will consume internal energy. If he cannot take the opponent down, if he continues, he will definitely exhaust his internal energy within two hundred moves and lose to the opponent.

The boxing technique immediately changed, his arms trembled, and his two fat sleeves drooped down, covering his arms, and his hands were swayed. The two sleeves spread out like two iron plates, smashing them down at Xin Han.

Xin Han suddenly flashed, Xuannan's sleeve hit the ground, shattering four or five blue bricks. The ground seemed to be hit by a hammer. The power of the sleeve was really extraordinary.

Wang Yuyan, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but remind: "This is the unique skill of Shaolin. The sleeves are in the universe, and the two sleeves can be hard or soft, like steel whips. Please be careful when Mr. Xin."

Xin Han nodded: "I know, thank you for reminding me!" But he said in his heart: "No wonder Xuan Nan chose not to use weapons when he saw my sword skills. It turns out that his two sleeves are even more powerful than weapons like yi."

It was mysterious and difficult to dance the two sleeves, like two door panels, protecting themselves firmly, and at the same time, they kept hitting Xin Han on the head. The sleeves were activated by internal force, sometimes as thick as an axe, sometimes as light as a soft whip and light rope. It was really unpredictable and made it difficult to lift it up.

However, although Xuannan is powerful, it cannot defeat Xin Han's nine swords. He saw his long sword thrust, and then a flash of flaw between his sleeves penetrated, directly pointing to Xuannan Jianjing point. The old monk's body was crooked and his arms were soft and hanging down.

Xin Han held up his sword and stood up: "Master Xuannan gave in."

Xuan Nan untied the acupoints by himself, and then said to Xin Han: "The donor's sword technique is rare in the world, and Xuan Nan admires it."

Master Xuannan has a profound Buddhist knowledge and does not pay attention to victory or defeat. After giving courtesy, he retreated.

When Wang Yuyan saw Xin Han defeating several Shaolin monks with a long sword against the enemy in three moves and two moves, she thought that he had told his cousin that day that he had told his sword skills that the world was the best. At that time, he only said that he was arrogant, but now it seems that it is most true. Even if it is not the best, such sword skills will be hard to meet enemies in the world.

Thinking of Murong Fu, she sighed in her heart, put aside her messy thoughts and turned her eyes to the venue. Only then was she surprised to find that Shaolin Abbot Xuanci had already entered the venue at some point.

Xin Han looked at Xuan Ci coldly, and he had no good feelings for this person. Not only did he harm Xiao Feng's family, he also concealed his faults for twenty or thirty years.

Moreover, if he really wanted to be Shaolin's reputation, he would have been upright and sat upright. He was a bad person himself and pretended to be righteous and disgusting. If it weren't for his Ye Erniang, he wouldn't have become the four evil people, and Xu Zhu wouldn't have suffered in the temple since he was a child.

Xuan Ci arrived at the scene and clasped towards Xin Han and said, "I am a monk Xuan Ci. Ask the donor for advice."

Xin Han was moved in his heart and suddenly said, "A while ago, I met four evil people outside Wuxi City. Among them, Ye Erniang used all evil things. He seemed to use Shaolin's sword technique to break the decree. He was about to ask the abbot, how could Ye Erniang know Shaolin martial arts?"

The other monks didn't know why Xin Han suddenly mentioned this, but Xuan Ci's body shook, looked at Xin Han deeply, and said, "Shaolin martial arts are widely circulated. It is not uncommon for others to know a move and half a move."

Xin Han sneered, "It's not necessarily true. It would be fine if it was an ordinary martial arts. The Breaking Ring Sword is the skill of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills. How could Ye Erniang learn this?"

He said that many monks also felt a little incredible. Some monks entered the temple to practice martial arts for more than ten years but had not taught the unique skills. Ye Erniang could actually break the sword of the decree, which made it difficult for people to understand.

In front of the Main Hall, all the monks of the Xuan generation also started to whisper.

Xuanci's eyes were cold and said, "This matter has nothing to do with today's affairs. When this temple will find out in the future, it's better to choose to solve the current affairs."

Xin Han smiled and said, "No need to investigate!"

"Why?" Xuan Ciyi was stunned and couldn't understand why Xin Han said that.

Xin Han said lightly: "Because all the four evil people have been killed by me."

"You..." Xuan Ci's murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and her eyes looking at Xin Han became no longer calm, and her originally kind-eyed expression also seemed stiff.

When other monks of the Xuan generation heard that Xin Han had killed the four evil people, they all praised: "The donor can kill the four evil people, and they have great merits."

After hearing this, Xuanci gritted his teeth and said, "I want to thank the donor for eliminating the harm in the martial arts world."

Xin Han laughed even more. He wanted to see when the hypocrite in the monk could bear it. He immediately smiled and said, "Master, don't be polite, eliminate violence and maintain good fortune. It is the duty of our people."

Seeing Xuan Ci's eyelids start to thrust, he was obviously extremely angry, so he immediately added fire and said, "I want me to tell you, the most damn thing among the four evil people is Ye Erniang. This woman is really vicious and actually kills babies. Such a person should have been killed long ago..."

He said to himself, Xuanci's eyes had turned red and his breathing became rapid. Just as Xin Han was about to continue talking, the Shaolin abbot suddenly slapped his palm.

Ci practiced Shaolin's Vajra Palm. The power of this palm technique is still above the Shaolin's Vajra Palm. This palm technique is extremely powerful, like a vajra that can produce extremely sharp palm power from the air.

Xin Han suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards him, and he also met the palm and slammed the strong wind to disperse.

Xuanci's move can almost be said to be a sneak attack. When the monk Xuan of Shaolin Temple was in a hurry, he was shocked and felt incredible. The affable abbot on weekdays suddenly launched a sneak attack when his opponent was talking. This was too incredible.

Xuan Ci failed to make a move, and suddenly approached her body, and the cassock shaking. The edge of the cassock was like a sharp blade, sweeping towards Xin Han's neck. This was Shaolin's cassock robes and demon-suffering skills.

Xuanci's intention is to be a slap in this way.

Xuan Nan even exclaimed: "Senior Brother, you..."

Xuan Ci turned a deaf ear and showed a severe murderous intent in her eyes.

Xin Han was also a little angry, so he was shameless, right? He turned his body and the sword walked with him, pointing directly to Xuan Ci's eyebrows. Although his sword was not unsheathed, this point was on the other party's eyebrows. I believe the old monk would definitely die.

While Xin Han made a move, he did not forget to stimulate Xuan Ci and continued to whisper: "Then Ye Erniang also has a son who was stolen since she was a child. I heard that she has grown up and is in Shaolin Temple. Do you think I want to tell him his identity so that you father and son will recognize each other?"

"He really knows... He really knows everything..." Xuan Ci's eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, and he had lost his mind. The Great Vajra Palm shot out one after another, and at the same time, he shouted: "The disciples of Shaolin follow the orders and take down all these people, regardless of life or death!" To be continued.
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